"Keep your Hands Off My Girl"

[Vice]

Listen to this song before you go out. It gets you in the mood

Let the record play,
Let the record play,
Let the record play.

The way that you dance,
The way that you move,
The way that you stare at me across the room,
You carry Dior bags,
And you got your Chanel,
You wear Louis Vuitton, HG, and YSL,
Now I got what you need,
I got DCMA
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck in my chain,
I got a model 26,
But she stays in her place,
I got a curve shirt neatly,
Tucked inside in my waist.

[Chorus:]
And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
The hipster keeps mugging on me all night long,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl,
They say "Aha, ahha",
But the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl.

Now she sweating my friends,
And my hurricane shoes,
She likes the records I spin,
But out Adam Barton tattoos,
But she can't say "what's up",
So what does she do,
She just stays posted up,
The other side of the room,
I got AMC tattooed on my hand,
I got black wall street on a black bandana.

[Chorus:]
And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
The hipster keeps mugging on me all night long,
They say "Aha, ahha",

Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl,
They say "Aha, ahha",
But the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl.

She, she, she don't wanna talk about it,
He, he, he wants to fight about,
Me, me, I don't wanna fight about it,
I just wanna be about it,
I'm just trying to stay about it,
Step out the wagon,
You know the boy starts to hate,
The girl that came with him,
They like that's not the boy she dates,
They get the fighting and swearing,
And now the boyfriend is staring,
The disco ball on the ceiling,
Looks like the chain that I'm wearing,
But the music keeps playing,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck in my chain,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck in my chain.

And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
The hipster keeps mugging on me all night long,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl,
And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
The hipster keeps mugging on me all night long,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl.

You carry Dior bags,
And you got your Chanel,
You wear Louis Vuitton, HG, and YSL,
Now I got what you need,
I got DCMA,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck in my chain,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck in my chain.​

 

[Jack McCrack]

Huh?

 

[zzeitgeist]

that song gave me a headache.. thanks

 

[Midnight Carnival]

Ugh... no offense, but I'll stick with Unbreakable, thanks.

 

[Daddy]

thanks
I usually listen AFROMAN to get in the mood .. He's songs are really funny try that .

 

[BenPW-DJNewbie]

Keep your hands my girl - Good Charlotte

Amazing song

 

[DJ_Matthew]

thanks
I usually listen AFROMAN to get in the mood .. He's songs are really funny try that .

LOL "Colt 45" and "Because I Got High" are the best.

 

[Daddy]

LOL "Colt 45" and "Because I Got High" are the best.

lol try " BACK TO SCHOOL " thats one of the bests too

 

[Bible_Belt]

Phunk Junkeez - 'Me and Your Girl'

Shake, shake, shake your booty, baby
You're one, two, three, four times a lady
You look so good in the strobe light
I feel like rockin' with ya all night
We can turn off the TV and turn off the phones
I'll break out like John Holmes
And bang-baby-bang-da-bang-da-baby-booty
With the Soulman rockin' from behind
I'll put my tape in your deck, what the heck, put me check
I'm gonna wreck your deck, hittin' from behind
Because you're looking good girl, yeah, like Nikki Taylor
I like it when you're talking like a sailor
Slap me in my face, put me in my place
You see I'm hooked on you girlie like a trailer

[Chorus - x2]
The music is right
I got my dancin' shoes on
And me and your girl is booty-shakin'

Hey, well, hello babydoll, how ya doin'?
I was wondering if me and you could
Get together, or whatever
You look so fine, I wish you were mine
I'll make you feel, feel the real deal
Soul's in control when I'm in the hole
When I'm on top, let's get to business
I'll be the lawyer, you be the witness
Tall and thin with nice big hips-ah
Long brown hair with the big red lips-ah
If that's what it takes to keep it pumpin'
But when I'm pumpin' I keep pumpin'
Jumpin', thumpin', like a jackrabbit
I'll be the Junkee, you be the habit
Crack, smack, I'll be crankin' the blow
I'll be the pimp and you be the ho

[Chorus x2]

I could think of nothing finer than to be there right behind ya
In the morning, morning, morning, morning
I could think of nothing finer than to be there right behind ya
In the morning, morning, morning, morning
Morning time comes and I could think of nothing greater
Than to wake this girl up and say peace, see you later
Damn I was drunk, about a six-pack deep
How the hell did I hook up with such an ugly freak
I said, oh my God, she's got a mustache
Pulled back the sheets and checked out her ass
Woke her up and said you gotta go home
Threw her clothes on the porch and a quarter for the phone
Ran back inside, jumped into the shower
Must've scrubbed my nuts for at least a half an hour
Thinking to myself, damn the girl was wack
Well now I'm done with your girl and you can have her back!